Anchorages Quotes & Sayings

Every audition, I still get nervous. I still get sweaty palms. I don't think that ever goes away. You just get accustomed to it. — Tanc Sade

Most of what we say about ourselves is a wonderful piece of storytelling. — Simon McBurney

A middle class is so important to a society that its value cannot be overestimated. — Eliot Engel

Theater for me at one point was a lifestyle, too. — Al Pacino

Education is mostly about institutions and getting tickets stamped; learning is what we do for ourselves. When we're lucky, they go together. If I had to choose, I'd take learning. — Thomas C. Foster

The danger that American society as a whole will over-esteem intellect or assign it such a transcendent value as to displace other legitimate values is one that hardly troubles us. — Richard Hofstadter

anchorages. As the war progressed, the advanced — E.B. Potter

I never wanted an independent Bosnia. I wanted Yugoslavia. That is my country. — Emir Kusturica

He sat for a long time and thought to himself that he wished he knew how to pray, yet he knew, untaught, how by abandonment of himself to let the quietness take hold of him. — Elizabeth Goudge

Consumer electronics is a challenging one. — Kevin Rollins

We had algebra together, right?"
"Yeah." That was two years ago. I only vaguely remember him. Something about circles. "Didn't you draw perfect circles?"
"That's what I'm known for."
"Really?" Erin goes, all excited about the circles.
Jason says, "No, it's just this one time I went up to the board and I had to draw a circle and it came out really ... round."
"Which is always a good thing, when you're drawing a circle," I say.
"Exactly." Jason smiles at me.
"It was more than one time," I remind him. For some reason, it's all coming back to me now. "It was more like three or four times."
"What can I say?" Jason goes. "You got me."
Now we're both smiling. — Susane Colasanti

Could it be, I wonder, that there is such a thing as a wantologist, someone we can hire to figure out what we want? Have I arrived at some final telling moment in my research on outsourcing intimate parts of our lives, or at the absurdist edge of the market frontier? — Arlie Russell Hochschild